…and the voices seemed to be gaining ground once more, so he moved off - he'd fix his foot later on.
Half an hour later saw our vagrant clear of the farmhouse danger but having to tread very carefully - his bare foot was sore...and he was miserably wet: there was no chance that he would see his night companion that evening. He was exhausted and needed to find sanctuary - some protection from the wet.
He found it in an abandoned bus shelter - one of those that was part plastic, part tin - abandoned from a time when buses used to serve the small outlying villages and communities. It was only a lean-to with half the roof gone now but it would serve...he'd go around the back between the road and the field.
The vagrant was startled very early in the morning - it was still very dark, but he c
